I absolutely hated having to beg out of a surprise bachelorette/shower/dinner/party for E-Ching at 42nd Street Oyster Bar at 7:00.
I knew it would be great fun, and that was confirmed by a group voice mail message I received later in the evening. Amelia started off the message: "Answer the following questions about the bachelorette and her husband-to-be:"
Number | Speaker | Question |
1 | Amelia | At what age did, or will, she make her first whoopie? I say 45. What do you say? |
2 | Courtney | Her favorite time for whoopie is: Morning? Noon? Evening? Or while she's asleep? |
3 | E-Ching | I guess you need to guess the nickname I've given to you-know-what. |
4 | Will | I would like to know what David wears underneath. Boxers? Briefs? Bikinis? Thong? Or nothing at all? (Mmmmm. Please let me know when you find out.) |
5 | Amy | I would like to know the name of E-Ching's first boyfriend. |
6 | Brook | Does she normally sleep naked? Has she ever made whoopie in the backseat of a car? |
Extra Credit | Amelia | Something that I couldn't hear well, and got cut off. I'm pretty sure it had the f*** word in it, though. |
I guess my question to the bachelorette would have been: When you're making whoopie, do you both ejaculate (3. verb: utter impulsively) with an exclamation point?
I was cracking up the entire time listening to this revelry. But, more than anything, it made me feel included, which warmed my heart. Thanks, guys.